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Every night he crept out to town

carrying a gun to terrify the crowd.

Inspire the town with fear

people couldn't risk their lives the

with fear.

He looked out,

forbidding.

He had lost his life

he was ready to fight.

And then everytime,

again his dream would die

he was ready to cry.

No-one recognised him on day,

'cause he was fast in every way, on his way

He paid attention to everything

what went wrong, being like an imp.

But when the evening came

he used force on his way,

he was ready for game.

He had a lust for all

he was insatiable,

if there's someone that could say.

Harder than stone...

He looked out,

forbidding.

He had lost his life

he was ready to fight.

And then everytime,

again his dream would die

he was ready to cry.